30 August 2007

poor baby

the little man is feeling better...but still not quite himself.the fact that it's eight o'clock in the morning and he's still asleeptells me something.hopefully he'll be back to his normal crazy self soon.i miss my little bugger.

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i wish i could read six hours a day. i think televisions and microwaves are overrated. i hate throwing up, traffic, pants that won't stay up and sticky fingers, in that order. i could eat popcorn for dinner every night and be okay with that. i dream of a day that i can love completely unselfishly. i love creating little snatches of beauty with my hands. i pray i stop being so wrapped up in myself that i forget to see the awesome wonder of God. i am trying to be a defector of the american dream. i see the world best through a viewfinder. i love dirty feet and sun-kissed cheeks at the end of a summers day: evidence of a day well-spent. i can't live without hearing my children's laughter. i am trying to be less obsessive about the state of cleanliness of my house and more obsessive about the memories that are made there. i live for my husbands kisses and strong arms. i will take winter over summer any day. i long for the day i can see my Savior face-to-face and throw myself down at His perfect, blameless feet. i am simple, just a girl...trying to figure out this crazy thing called life.